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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28244715">don't you worry</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/palette_cafe/pseuds/palette_cafe'>palette_cafe</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Minecraft (Video Game)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Best Friends, Bonding Over Loss, Found Families, Multi, again.. no shipping, awkward techno, dont kill me if words are spelled wrong, friend dynamic, half beta'd, niki is badass, not romantic - Freeform, strictly platonic, techno and niki bffs, they are literally just besties</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-12-22</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-12-22</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 18:07:11</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>General Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,024</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28244715</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/palette_cafe/pseuds/palette_cafe</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Wilbur always spoke so highly of Niki...</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Niki | Nihachu &amp; Technoblade</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>10</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>161</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>don't you worry</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>for context: Niki mentioned on stream a while back that her character isn't aware that Wilbur died in the explosion yet and that she assumes he's gone into hiding... So in this she's gone off searching for him and doesn't show up for a while ! </p><p>this is half beta'd so its probably very bad</p>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>He liked Niki. She was always kind to him—to his brothers. And she was strong. </span>
  <em>
    <span>God </span>
  </em>
  <span>was she strong. Technoblade couldn’t think of anyone else that was as strong as Niki. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>She was calculating and careful and kind and </span>
  <em>
    <span>fierce</span>
  </em>
  <span> and </span>
  <em>
    <span>loyal. </span>
  </em>
  <span>The fire in her eyes when she fought in Wilbur’s name and the pain reflected in them when she witnessed insanity take him over. But she never faltered. Not when there was so much work to do. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade was tasked with finding her. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>She had gone off on another hunt for Wilbur. The trip was supposed to be for two nights—it’s been five. Tubbo called him in discreetly and requested his services. Claiming he would pay Techno on behalf of L’manburg if he could bring Niki back home. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade remembers the way Wilbur spoke about Tubbo. It was in Pogtopia. The rain was echoing throughout the cavern from outside. He was talking nonsense the entire night. Things about explosives—death to all. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He said Tubbo was someone valuable to have. He was a good person to keep in your pocket because Tubbo was smart. Tubbo knows how people work, how </span>
  <em>
    <span>greed </span>
  </em>
  <span>works. And humans, by nature, are greedy. Tubbo was a yes man, but a smart one. He keeps himself afloat—</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Wilbur didn’t bring him up much after that. Any mention of Tubbo seemed like a bitter taste in his mouth. Techno saw past it though. He knew his brother cared for Tubbo, no matter what the kid did—they all cared for each other in some way.</span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
</p><p>
  <span>“Do ya know where she was headin’?” He asks the president. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Yes, actually.” Tubbo says with a tight smile. He pulls up a sheet of paper that was laying on his desk. “She said she’ll be heading west this time.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade grabs the parchment. It’s a short note from the girl. Her handwriting is smooth and practiced. He purses his lips and hands it back to Tubbo.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I’ll see what I can do.” Techno says. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Oh! Excellent!” Tubbo grins, “Feel free to use any resources. We really owe you this one, Technoblade.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t think this makes us okay.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Tubbo tilts his head curiously. “Why are you doing it then? I didn’t know you and Niki were close..”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“We aren’t.” Techno shrugs. “But… I owe Wilbur a favor.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Tubbo’s face falls a bit as he says a curt; “Right.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Ah,</span>
  </em>
  <span> Technoblade thinks, </span>
  <em>
    <span>sore subject</span>
  </em>
  <span>. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He clears his throat awkwardly. “Well. I’ll get going—“</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You’re already setting off?” Tubbo asks, a bit alarmed.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno pauses, “Don’t you want her home?” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Of course—“</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Then don’t ask questions.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Tubbo’s mouth closed shut at that. His eyes narrow slightly. Technoblade raises a brow challengingly. He’d love to see Tubbo crack a bit. Give him that gusto that Wilbur raved about some nights. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Disappointingly, he only gives Techno a very strained smile and a curt nod. “Good luck on your journey, Technoblade.” </span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
</p><p>
  <span>He had never visited Wilbur’s grave. In fact, he had no clue where it was. He only knew, from what Phil had told him, that it was far. Far enough to be safe. Wilbur deserved that. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno thinks it’s bullshit. Although his brother turned batshit crazy in the end, he never would’ve wanted to be buried somewhere so isolated. But he wouldn’t break that to Phil—not now. Not when the old man was busy distracting himself as is. </span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
</p><p>
  <span>It breaks his heart a little; When he pushes back some tree branches and finds her crouched on the grass. Infront of her, a fresh tombstone. </span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
</p><p>
  <span>Wilbur talked about Niki one night as well. Before Techno met her. Tommy was there, a scowl on his face as he listened to his brother. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“Oh, and Niki—“</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“Jesus, there he goes.” Tommy mutters bitterly. </span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“—Niki is the best, Techno. I think you two will get along nicely, once this is all sorted out. She’s really sweet—my Niki.” </span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno had never heard Wilbur call anyone </span>
  <em>
    <span>his</span>
  </em>
  <span>. That’s how he knows Niki meant a lot to Wilbur, whatever that meant. It was a bit alarming, really. How Wilbur had managed to make so many of these connections—only to burn them down. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I had a feeling, ya know.” Niki says weakly. She sniffs and wipes at her eyes. “People looked at me funny sometimes. I thought it was just innocent concern.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade feels awkward. He isn’t sure how to comfort someone—let alone a </span>
  <em>
    <span>crying </span>
  </em>
  <span>someone. But Niki doesn’t seem to need that right now. Instead, she stands up and turns to the man.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Your hair has grown.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Her eyes and cheeks are red from crying. She has dirt staining her clothes. Niki looks exhausted. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Has it?” Techno questions, unsure of how to continue the conversation.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span> Niki nods. “I liked your short hair, it framed you better.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The unspoken “</span>
  <em>
    <span>Reminds me of Wilbur” </span>
  </em>
  <span>hangs there afterwards. Techno watches it drift away in the air. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>This feels an awful lot like Niki seeking a distraction. Techno shifts awkwardly on his feet and looks away. He is so bad at this. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“How’d you find me?” Niki asks. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You suck at covering tracks,” Techno says with a slight grin. “and Tubbo helped. He’s paying me a pretty penny to get you back home.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki’s face falls. She looks down, “Oh.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno feels so fucking bad. He wishes he had some once of human social interaction to go off of so he could comfort her. His brain feels stuck. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki sighs and turns back toward the grave. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Wilbur Soot </span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>It reads. Plain and simple. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Wilbur always told me we’d get along.” Niki says suddenly. “Before everything—he used to mention you a lot. He was so happy when you</span>
</p><p>
  <span>showed up.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno doesn’t like the emotion that floods into his chest. How his heart suddenly feels like it’s bleeding. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Why didn’t anyone </span>
  <em>
    <span>tell </span>
  </em>
  <span>me?” She says bitterly. It’s a harsh and sudden tone that takes Technoblade off guard. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I don’t know, Niki.” He says as sincerely as possible. “I didn’t exactly find it ethical either.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki sighs. “I’m supposed to hate you right now…” She pauses, “but Wilbur wouldn’t want that. Not for us.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I don’t know, I think he’s pretty occupied with being </span>
  <em>
    <span>dead</span>
  </em>
  <span>—“ </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki narrows her eyes at him sharply. Techno’s mouth closes slowly. “Right… Sorry. Force of habit.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Being rude?” Niki questions.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Yeah.” Techno responds dryly. “Part of my extensive list of charming qualities.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki smiles then. It’s small, barely there. But Techno sees it. He looks to Wilbur’s grave. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“He used to tell me the same thing, ya know.” Techno begins, “that we would get along really well.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I wish we had met under better circumstances… Now an entire country kinda hates you.” Niki says grimly. She sits on the ground again and pulls a loaf of bread from her bag. “You remind me of him.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno scoffs. “That’s a first.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He’s never had anyone tell him that. It was usually a confused glance between them both, and the occasional “how did that even happen?”. However,  Niki seemed sincere enough in her statement for Techno to take it as a compliment.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Thank you.” He says. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You’re welcome.” She says back. The skin around her eyes is red and damp. She breaks the loaf of bread in half, holding out one side to Technoblade. “Join me?” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Tommy would so pick on him for this. Technoblade finds himself thinking as he sits with the girl, taking the bread into his hands and taking a bite. His little brother would probably call him names—he’d probably even pick fun at Niki if he weren’t intimidated by her. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno can’t help but smile at that. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You know,” he clears his throat, “Tommy is incredibly scared of you.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki raises a brow. “No way.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Oh yeah.” Techno says with a snort. “He told me that you’re the only woman he’s intimidated by.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki stares for a moment. Then promptly bursts into laughter. It’s high pitched and loud—it reminds him of  Wilbur for some reason. Niki catches her breath and says, “</span>
  <em>
    <span>That </span>
  </em>
  <span>is something I have to ask him about.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade smirks, “Oh I definitely suggest you do.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>They don’t really talk much after. A bit of small talk. Sometimes Niki offers him some more bakery treats of hers. It’s nice. Niki is nice. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Eventually, Technoblade mentions that he should bring Niki home now. But Niki, as kindly as she could, asked to stay one more day. Then she looked to Wilbur's grave and Techno couldn’t say no. She didn’t leave that piece of stone most of the night. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade would see her mumbling to it most of the night. Like she was talking to Wilbur himself. He didn’t stare much—felt rude. Like he was intruding on a private conversation. So he would tend to the fire and keep watch. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He does miss Wilbur. He won’t deny that. His brother went crazy, but he was still his </span>
  <em>
    <span>brother</span>
  </em>
  <span>. They grew up together. Phil recounted them as being inseparable—sorta on the level of Tommy and Tubbo. Best friends. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno doesn’t remember much of his childhood, but he knows he loved Wilbur. He still does, in his own way. Wilbur felt the same. But time catches up fast and Wilbur lost his own race against her. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You’ll have to head into L’manburg alone.” Technoblade tells Niki as they start on their journey home the next evening. “Not exactly welcome there.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“How’d you meet with Tubbo then?” Niki asks curiously. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“The night sky is a great cover for sneaking around.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki grins up at him and they continue their long trip home. It will take at least three nights if they take the route that Techno ventured on. He wishes he brought his horse, but the terrain gets too steep at some points and he was not going to risk it. They even have to pass through a snow biome on the second night and he didn’t want to worry about a third party to keep warm. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki is a great traveling companion. Techno isn’t one to quiet down while traveling. The silence gets unbearable sometimes, even if he enjoys the solitude. Niki has no problem listening to his small rants or tales. On their first night, camped out in the middle of a desert biome, Niki requests a story. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“This one reminds me of Tommy, actually.” He begins with a small grin. “A bit tragic… But my little brother seems to have that following him closely as of late.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki smiles fondly. “Tommy is a good kid.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“He is.” Techno nods in agreement, using his sword to turn over the campfire. “I just wish he’d use his head for more than trouble.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Well,” Niki brings her knees up to her chest and gently rests her chin on them. “He’s had you, Wilbur, and Phil as role models. A bit of chaos kind of runs in the family, I think.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno can’t deny her truth in the matter. He launches into the greek tragedy. It leaves Niki with tired eyes and a lot of questions. He can see the tale affected her, with how she pulls her blanket tight around her body. He hands her an apple slice--a form of comfort. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He realizes, the second day, that he’ll miss Niki. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He isn’t allowed in L’manburg. This favor was never for them, he owes Wilbur this debt and nothing more. A part of him wants to give the girl the coordinates to his new home in hopes she’ll stop by. Phil would be pleased to see her, he thinks. He never properly met Niki, other than passing. Techno can see the two of them getting along as well.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Dolphins!” Niki says cheerfully. She’s leaned over the side of the boat with her hand submerged in the cool water. A dolphin swims up to her palm and nudges it happily. She looks back at Techno with a happy smile.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>He sees Wilbur, for a split second. Smiling at him all wide and happy. He looks young and </span>
  <em>
    <span>alive.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Oh.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>That ache in his chest returns. It's heavy and gripping and he wants so badly to busy himself. He thinks about his new home. What things need to be done. He should start a new farming system--herd some cattle. He definitely needs to figure out how to transfer his horse gear from Pogtopia--</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Techno?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki is staring at him curiously. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Yeah?” He questions back. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“You said I won’t see you again, after this.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“That’s correct.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki bites her lip nervously. “I would like to, though.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade pauses his rowing. The boat stills its driven path. He looks at Niki with wide eyes. She seems to take his reaction negatively, however, and starts to panic. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I-I mean if that’s okay with you! I could have read this wrong but I really want to be your friend? I know things are tough and--and awkward with L’manburg and… I’m sorry that was so..”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Yes.” Technoblade says abruptly. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki jerks in surprise. “What?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I-” He coughs nervously, “I would like very much if we still saw each other, Niki.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki smiles at him. “Great!”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade continues rowing. He looks away, grateful that his mask hides the embarrassed blush adoring his face. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>On the final night, they find themselves close to Pogtopia. Niki doesn’t seem all to keen on visiting, but the sudden downpour of rain forces her. With the light of their torches, Techno and Niki make their way into the abandoned nation. Techno takes notice of Niki’s silence throughout their stay there. He does his best to keep her comfortable. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>She sleeps earlier that night. Close to the fire and curled into her blanket. Technoblade feels a gnawing sense of guilt for bringing her down here. He too feels unpleasant being back in such a strange environment. The memories of Pogtopia are still very much alive and well and hurtful. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki stops him once L’manburg comes into view on the final day. She seems hesitant, scared even. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It's the first time I’ll be there… knowing he’s never coming back.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Techno frowns. “You’ll be okay, Niki.” he says confidently, “you have your friends to help you.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>She sighs. “I don’t think there are much of my friends left right now. They’re all busy trying not to kill each other… Again!” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade understands her frustration. Despite the diplomatic peace in L’manburg, domestic life has caught up with all of them post war. Broken relationships and loss are still heavy within the country and weigh even heavier on the individuals within. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I was gonna save this till we got a little closer but--” Technoblade reaches into his pants pocket. “Hold out your hand.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki looks at him questioningly but does as told. Techno places a sheet of folded paper in her palm. “Open it.” he instructs. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki gives him an amused look as she opens the sheet. Written messily in the center is a set of numbers. She looks up at him with a questionable eyebrow raised. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“My new base.” Techno says. He watches as Niki’s eyes widen in realization. “I figured you would want to visit since I’d get jumped if I visited you. It’s in a snow biome so make sure you dress warm and don’t bring a horse, you’ll have to travel by boat for most of it and that will just be a hassle--</span>
  <em>
    <span>Oof!”</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki has launched herself into his arms. She hugs him tight as she whispers a teary, “Thank you.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Technoblade, unsure of what to do, pats her head gently. Niki laughs a bit at his awkwardness and pulls away. She wipes at her eyes quickly and takes the coordinates into her coat pocket. “I’ll keep them safe. Not a soul will know besides me.” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Phil might be there from time to time, by the way.” Techno says as they begin walking again. “He’s helping me set things up. I think we’ll start something up with turtle harvesting in a few days, whenever he decides to visit. If you show up and we aren’t home just make yourself comfortable.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Niki smiles and loops her arm with his. She leans against him comfortingly as they walk. Techno feels his face burn a bright red at the action. “I’ll bring you both my best goodies from the bakery. I don’t want you to starve out there.” She says cheerfully, “Is Phil allergic to anything?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Not that I know of.” Techno says thoughtfully, “but I’m sure it won’t kill him… He’s got a talent for avoiding that.” </span>
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  <span>They make it to the borders of New L’manburg an hour later. The lights shine brightly against the night sky. The country has improved a lot. It looks incredible considering the amount of time between the war and now. Niki steps forward. </span>
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  <span>Technoblade watches as she crosses the threshold into her country. She turns to him with a sad smile. “I’ll visit soon, I promise.” she says, “If you need me you could ask Phil to relay? We haven’t spoken much but.. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I can even send him some food to take for your journeys… You barely keep food on you, Techno. I can’t imagine what your dad must be like.” </span>
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  <span>Techno resists the urge to laugh. It feels oddly like his mother is being sent off. Niki looks desperately worried, like leaving Techno would cause his downfall. Maybe she’s right. He would have probably gone insane, had he not developed this new friendship with the girl. </span>
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  <span>“I’ll see you soon, Niki.” Techno says gently. </span>
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  <span>Her eyes well up instantly. Techno braces himself for another hug, but Niki only smiles. With a sure nod she turns and heads into L’manburg with her chin high. Techno watches her go until she’s nowhere in sight. </span>
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  <span>His chest feels lighter on his travel home. The sudden anticipation for Niki’s visit fills him with a new found excitement that he never experienced for Phil’s arrivals. He catches himself smiling when he arrives home, caught in a reflection. He stops himself instantly as a bewildered thought crosses his mind; </span>
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    <span>I can’t wait to see her again.</span>
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